Alfred's Involvement With The Mean Streets

His name was Alfred. He is now the product of depression and a shattered life. He is now lying down in a basement, lying still, and very cold. His body is stiff, his joints are frozen, rigor mortis has set in. The chemicals in his body have paralyzed his screams. Alfred’s broken life drove him to the one thing that could make him “feel.” The drugs made him alive, and his addiction got worse and worse as the years went on. His desire for a family, friends, and love, drove him into a gang. The only people he felt would back him. Alfred was so wrong. He was so alone and so afraid. His gang was known as “The Blades”. Thier rivals were the “Mean Streets.” Alfred's involvement with his gang meant he was automatically rivals with the Mean Streets. He fought them for drugs, for business, and for control of the city. He wanted them dead, and the feeling was mutual. His intent in his final days with the Blades were to “down” each and every single member of the Mean Streets. The mean streets got their name by a statement their leader heard, and that was, “The streets ain’t nice to nobody.” Unfortunately for Al, he found out first hand they they were
That same exact night the Mean streets also were going to rob the store. As expected, the two gangs being there blew up into a massive gang fight. Shots were fired, knives were driven into bodies, and lives were lost. Alfred took cover behind the counter where the cash registers were held. It was kill or be killed, and Alfred thrived. The good thing was he lived unwounded, the bad thing was the few people still alive after the fight were taken into custody by the police. Alfred was appointed a lawyer by the state, and lost the case. He was found guilty of murder, possession of drugs, and robbery. He was sentenced to a minimum of 25 years in jail, unless he gets out and put on probation for good behavior, but he was not sure he would ever make it out